Skylar's rage simmered as she watched Marcel walk out of the room, despite her desperate pleas for him to stay. Frustrated, she hurled a pillow at the door, her face contorted with anger.
"Ugh! How could that b*tch take Marcel away from me?" she fumed, her voice echoing with bitterness. She swung her feet off the bed and sat down heavily, resting her elbows on her knees and burying her face in her hands.
“I won’t let Marcel be with Jenna tonight!” Skylar vowed, her fists clenched tightly. She chewed on her nails, her mind racing as she schemed a plan that would allow her to intervene without arousing Marcel’s suspicion.
She was acutely aware of Marcel's volatile temper and the last thing she wanted was for him to turn his anger towards her.
Suddenly, she heard voices from outside, dr
